Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 827 - 835: Child (7)

"Go call a designer over!" Fu Nancheng commanded as their eyes met.

"Designer? What kind of designer?"

"Interior designer."

Nanny Wang was taken aback, thinking her hearing was failing her. Over the past few years, not a single plant or item in the villa was allowed to be moved, the placement of all items was not permitted to change. But now, what had she heard?

An interior designer?

After a while, Nanny Wang came to her senses, half-doubting, she couldn’t help but ask again, "Young master, are you...?"

Fu Nancheng’s face bore a smile, his gaze moist, "I... became a father."

Nanny Wang was once again stunned, feeling as if one shock after another had hit her ever since she saw Qiao Mo, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

A father, was their young master really going to be a father...? Where did this child come from? Who gave birth to him?

Nanny Wang was befuddled, but she followed Fu Nancheng’s instructions anyway. Shortly afterward, a renowned designer was invited to Nanshan Villa.

In the study, after a brief conversation, the designer cautiously asked, "Mr. Fu, may I ask the child’s age?"

Fu Nancheng froze at the question. Only then did he realize that he didn’t even know the child’s name, let alone his age.

At this thought, a trace of disappointment flickered in his eyes, followed by a gradual calmness.

During their years apart, he wanted to know what Xiao Mo had been through, wanted to know everything clearly.

...

That night, Zhuo Lin sent Qiao Zichen’s information to Fu Nancheng once again.

Looking at the line stating three years old, he felt a bit dazed.

When he looked further down, his eyes felt slightly sour; yes, exactly the same age as the premature child.

The night at Nanshan Villa was incredibly quiet; only the desk lamp in the study shone on the entire second floor, and the smile on his lips seemed both lonely and inexplicably bitter. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The child hadn’t died. His and Xiao Mo’s child, still alive...!

Overjoyed, Fu Nancheng barely slept that night. The next evening, he went early to the kindergarten where Qiao Zichen was.

At the kindergarten entrance, Fu Nancheng watched as parents efficiently picked up their children, feeling somewhat lost and remorseful.

The children’s energy seemed boundless, either making noise or chattering endlessly.

Before long, he saw Qiao Zichen waving to a few friends as he stood at the gate, looking around.

Lu Yiming was late again!

Simply unforgivable!

Looking around, unable to spot Lu Yiming, Qiao Zichen puffed his cheeks in frustration and looked a little upset.

Suddenly, a pair of straight legs stopped in front of him. He glanced at the shiny shoes, then raised his head to the owner of those shoes, "Eh? It’s you again?"

"Let’s go, I’ll take you home."

Fu Nancheng turned and got into the car, and Qiao Zichen didn’t hesitate to follow, trotting along on his short legs.

In the car, Fu Nancheng stared at him for a long while and slowly asked, "Your surname is Qiao?"

"Mm."

"How old are you this year?"

Qiao Zichen held up three fingers.

Fu Nancheng’s gaze softened somewhat, choked as he spoke again, "Who is your father?"

At this question, Qiao Zichen fell silent, and after glancing at him, lowered his head to play with his fingers without speaking.

Seeing his dispirited mood, Fu Nancheng asked no more, a sourness rising in his eyes.

The car drove steadily along, but his hand on the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably.